Douglas Thain

Thank you once again. This time for introducing me to the life of George Herbert and his imaginative Christian poetry. It is amazing that the whole collection of his work was not lost.

Tim Page

Monday, March 10, 2014

Thanks for this helpful post.

Text by George Herbert, setting by Ralph Vaughan Williams.

In 1629, the 35-year-old politician George Herbert seemed set for a promising career in public life. He had already been a favorite of King James I as a student, and now he was an up-and-coming member of Parliament. Instead, he abandoned it all to become a priest in an obscure rural church. Never a healthy man, he died of consumption four years later.

From his deathbed, he sent a friend the manuscript of his collected poems, The Temple, which he described as “a picture of the many spiritual conflicts that have passed between God and my soul, before I could subject mine to the will of Jesus, my Master.” The poem “Love Bade Me Welcome” (or “Love iii”) is surely the record of one such struggle. Its description of doubt and anguish yielding to Christ’s unmerited love has been treasured by generations of readers:

In English composer Ralph Vaughan Williams’s 1906 setting, Herbert’s poem is sung by a baritone solo, joined in the final stanza [4:25] by a choir wordlessly singing the melody of the plainsong O Sacrum Convivium – Thomas Aquinas’s meditation on Christ’s promise to be present at the communion table. Here at the climax of the piece, the speaker at last accepts Love’s invitation to “sit and eat.”

This 2004 recording features Sir Thomas Allen with the BBC Symphony Orchestra and Chorus and the BBC Singers, conducted by Leonard Slatkin.

“A guest,” I answer'd, “worthy to be here:”
Love said, “You shall be he.”
“I the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,
I cannot look on thee.”
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
“Who made the eyes but I?”

“Truth Lord, but I have marred them: let my shame
Go where it doth deserve.”
“And know you not,” says Love, “who bore the blame?”
“My dear, then I will serve.”
“You must sit down,” says Love, “and taste my meat:”
So I did sit and eat.